Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.